Flash Friday 9-5-14 sympathy, empathy, sociopathy in Flash Friday

“Hubris? Hubris? Fuck muffin it’s solipsism, the earth spins on its axis just to please your conceited ass.”

She smiles; it darkens the room.

“So that’s how you get hard.”

Spit, white and hard, gathers at the corners of his florid tight mouth.

“Cunt Biscuit! Whore Cookie! Pestilent Polenta of maggoty Meal!”

She strikes a match on her boot heel and lights a Macanudo café, thin and black.

“You’re cute when raging away your impotence. Maybe this time it’ll work.”

His knuckles are white and his nails bite into his palms.

“Shit sucking piss bucket!”

Her eyebrows rise with exaggerated mock surprise.

“Hmmm food insults, I’m a fuck muffin, cunt biscuit … and now your palette turns to waste?”

Outside the tower shudders and three bells toll three times. He stands, she rises halfway. They shake hands.

“Wednesday, one o’clock?”
He nods, “Thank you ma’am.”

The door whispers shut; she pulls her cobalt blue kimono with the gold dragon around her warm flesh and looks out the window at the world below. ‘Gestalt is a lost art,’ she says gently into the broad flaps of the open vertical blinds. ‘Rage’ she whispers, turning back to the room. She pulls on her thin cigar and thinks about her next client, an orphan with eyes the color of the broad Missouri.